I need to think about these things before I answer you, and you need to do the same. What I don't need to think about right now is whether I would sti...l like to take you to bed tonight, so turn out the lights please, if we are done in here, and follow me to the bedroom."Chris spent the next ninety minutes destroying the last vestiges of any resistance Cathy may have held towards his lovemaking to her. Without using his hands or fingers in any way, using only his mouth and lips, he brought Cathy. The phone buzzes on the counter behind me. I pick it up.Leaving work now. Still good for me to come over?Like you wouldn’t believe.Waiting on you, big boy.I strut back out of the bedroom, looking at the bed on my way out. Thoughts of revenge start stirring. Putting you on your back where he sleeps and sucking your cock like I’m starving. Having you fuck me hard and dirty in that bed. Thinking every night about him sleeping there not knowing. A flash of fury pops into my mind as I wonder if he’s. "Gotta work onthat," he resolved. But no time for that, hafta shave. He quicklyfinished his face, which had hardly any stubble today, and suddenlyrealized his legs looked awful. He'd always had a fair amount of hair onthem, which he now felt was completely unsexy. 'Can't go in like this,'he thought. It took maybe half and hour, but soon his legs were hairlessand smooth.The rest of his routine was without incident. He picked out his favoritesuit and spent too much time with his hair, but soon. "What?" You're ... big..." Jean's experience with penises was limited to children (mostly Rick) and Hugh, who had been on the low side of normal, at about five and a half inches. Nobody was carrying a measuring device, but Toby topped this figure by half! Jean involuntarily glanced to her right to take in Rick's erection, which wasn't markedly different from her experience with her husband, (actually, there was a good three-quarters of an inch more there, but at fifteen feet? Who knew?) -- and.